Coffee Shop Woes

The day was breathtaking! The sun’s rays were beaming down, while the temperature was an ideal 72 degrees. Many individuals were out and about, relishing in the delightful weather. Following a frigid and challenging winter, it’s impossible not to savor every minute of the sun’s warmth.

Danelle was eager to start her day at work. She had been involved in risk management for over a decade and started her firm with her partners through hard work and little funding. However, the firm’s value had grown to several million, and there had been several offers to sell it in the past year. The idea was certainly tempting, as the work had been physically demanding.

As she arrived at her go-to coffee spot, the friendly staff would call out the name of her coffee as she walked through the door. The trick for new team members was deciphering between her weekday and weekend coffees. She could hypnotize anyone with her curves, and it became obsessively crucial for them to get it right. A regular of sorts! 

Her phone rang just as she pulled into the parking lot. Her business partner, Rick, called to discuss a big deal they were about to close with a significant hospital network. This deal could elevate their company to the next level and make it one of the top 5000 companies in the world. Meanwhile, Rick had been working so hard that he had resorted to sleeping at the office for the past two weeks. Danelle was worried about the toll it could take on his body and reminded herself of the importance of maintaining a healthy work-life balance in the industry.

“I’ve been working closely with the hospital’s leadership team to identify areas for improvement and develop processes to reduce risk. The feedback from the team has been positive and supportive.” She assured him.

Rick expressed his strong desire to hold an urgent interview with the Director of the Oncology department. Despite Danelle’s efforts to interject, Rick proceeded to speak at length, a habit he often exhibits when working late. Danelle has found it helpful to allow him to speak uninterrupted for a few moments, as it appears to aid him in processing his thoughts. Just as she was getting ready to listen to Rick’s story, her phone buzzed with a notification. It was her online friend Sergio, with whom she had been chatting and calling for the past six weeks. They formed a great bond and shared a lot of exciting conversations. Thankfully, many of their chats had become sexting and calls of heavy breathing on the other line. He had sent her an image of a hot, steamy couple embracing each other fully nude, with the man’s hand hidden behind the photo’s intense shadows and highlights. The photo was sexy and beautiful, and she imagined herself as the woman in the picture with Sergio as the other.

The text read, “I would be delighted to meet up with you while I’m in town.”

“Holy Shit!” She thought to herself. 

 He was always full of surprises, and that’s what she loved about him!

“YES!” She wrote in all caps… “Wait, too desperate,” she thought. “Not surprising,” she wrote as if calm, relaxed, and collected. 

“HaHa”, he wrote back. “What are you up to right now?” He asked. 

“Getting coffee and listening to a co-working chatterbox,” she wrote vigorously. 

“Let’s get drinks tonight!” He wrote.

“Let’s,” she responded.

“You pick the place. It’s your town,” said the text.

“Already have the place in mind,” she wrote back. 

Sergio was European and loved wines—he knew a lot about them.

“Terrific!” he texted. 

“Maybe you can teach me a thing or two about good wine,” she wrote, attaching a sexy nude image of a woman holding a glass of Malbec.

“With pleasure,” he responded

“I’m sure you might teach me a thing or two in return,” he quickly texted.

“Can’t wait for some taste testing,” with another seductive image of a captivating elegant woman gracefully holding a wine glass while pouring and licking the wine up with her tongue off his chest.

Danelle was always quick to respond and very witty. Her job taught her the art of persuasion.

She responded, “Does your dick get hard when I whisper my pussy is wet, and I want to play with you?.” 

“It’s hard right now!” he quickly responded. Following up with, “your welcome to stay after drinks tonight, but your clothes must go!”

Danelle’s breathing increased with speed and density! She did not want to stop this conversation, but the voice on the other line was saying, “What do you think, Danelle, are you still there?

“Damn it, Rick!” she yelled out!

“What?” Rick sounded confused.

Danelle was caught off guard by her response. She wasn’t sure if it sounded frustrated with Rick’s persistence in not trusting her or the heavy and hot breathing as if she had just finished a star performance of jaw-dropping, epic cock sucking ending in warm cum all in her mouth! 

“Yes! Sorry! I will schedule one last visit before we send over the final paperwork to close the deal.” She exclaimed. 

Phew, he whistled, “Thank you, Danelle!” 

The heat of the moment was gone, and Danielle quickly wrote a simple and exciting text back to Sergio, “looking forward to tonight,” before entering the coffee shop. 

Back at the office, Danelle was entirely distracted and needed help to focus on her passion for the work. The office was always moving fast,  with ambitious talent wanting a piece of the American corporate pie! There were the brown nosers and the too good to ask for helpers, the confident lackers who always got the work done, and the storm chasers. Danelle adored the storm chasers; they exuded unwavering calmness. Throughout her journey, she mastered numerous strategies in business. Still, one stood above all: the ability to radiate unshakable composure during boardroom meetings, making a remarkable entrance, and fearlessly walking away from a close deal. Their confidence was the key to success, and she embraced it wholeheartedly. The storm chasers, that’s who she was looking for to take her growing company to the next level. Outside of her brilliant business partner, whom she tolerated, he was on ADD medicine; thank goodness, she was looking for talent who could remain calm in any situation. To find enjoyment beyond the confines of the office, she knew she had to venture into the industry, seeking talent, training them, and sharing specific skill sets.

The day was coming to a close—the confident lackers, always the last to leave, right behind Danielle. Her body tingled as she jumped into her warm car from the day’s sunning—her thoughts were on tonight. 

“Thank god for her Brazilian wax earlier in the week as she began her mental list of “did I take care of that, items!”

Danelle began daydreaming about the evening as she jumped on the 470, and her panties became wet. As the traffic grew heavier and slower, she felt her eagerness for tonight becoming unbearable. Danelle began to rub herself, pulling her skirt up and rubbing her clitoris over her panties. The moisture was thick and warm. Her thoughts were racing through several sexual pleasures. The incessant stop-and-go traffic only added to her growing frustration. She reached over to the passenger seat and grabbed her water bottle, taking a long sip to try and cool down. Looking around at the other cars, she forgot that she was driving. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, reminded herself she could do nothing about the traffic, and finished off her pleasure with intense moans and thoughts of Sergio’s cock inside her. Opening her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the beautiful mountains in the distance. The sky was painted in shades of orange and purple the clouds looked like they were on fire. A fire she lit for sure, she thought! She felt a stare and turned her head to see a man in the car next to her looking in her direction. The expression on his face reflected a story easily recognizable. 

“Yep, pretty sure he knows I just masturbated in my car.” She said to herself. He seemed to be admiring the show. She smiled, and he returned the gesture with a soft wave. Suddenly, the traffic didn’t seem so bad anymore. It was as if the shared moment of embarrassment had brought a sense of calm and peace to the chaos. The man rolled down his window and gestured for her to do the same. She hesitated initially, but curiosity got the better of her, and she opened her window. “Beautiful sunset, isn’t it?” he said. She nodded and replied, “Yes, it’s breathe taking.” 

Danelle slowly rolled the window back up; she couldn’t help but chuckle. 

The 470 began to move. “Thank God!” she mumbled.

This fantastic restaurant was situated right by the water, specializing in seafood – simply one of her favorites. Even though she visited quite often, she managed to maintain a low profile, and no one there recognized her. Keeping Sergio a secret was important, not that Danelle had any reason to do so. But there was an undeniable thrill and intensity in doing something she shouldn’t, which fueled her passion for it. So, she sat at the bar, casually sipping her Malbec, when Sergio walked in. He looked absolutely stunning in that sleek black suit, probably an Ermenegildo Zegna, and the white button-down shirt he wore teased her imagination, leaving it slightly unbuttoned to reveal the enticing size of his pectoral muscles. Her mind raced with seductive thoughts, eager to unleash the rest of his chest and explore every inch of his irresistible allure. As he drew nearer, their eyes met, and he raised his hand, offering a warm smile. Danelle nervously mirrored his gesture, returning the smile. With each step he took toward her, she felt her heart race, her arms trembled, causing goosebumps to prickle her skin, and her breathing turned heavy, betraying the fluttering nerves within.

“Hello, beautiful,” he whispered softly in her ear, gently kissing her cheek. “It’s such a pleasure to meet you in person finally,” he said with genuine delight.

“Thank you,” she replied, her voice soft and composed. Smooth as always! she playfully thought to herself. “Our table is ready; right this way,” she said, reaching for her purse.

“Allow me!” he responded, extending a gallant hand to help her off the stool.

They strolled leisurely and gracefully to their table, hand in hand. The glances from other guests spoke volumes; there was no denying they were a power couple. The energy exuding from them was palpable, igniting the atmosphere around them.

As they arrived at their table, he smoothly pulled his hand away to assist with her chair. His touch glided gently down her back, stopping just above her hips, creating a magnetic connection between them and her body. It was the captivating allure of a curvy woman wielding her power to achieve what she desired. Lust or love? She seated herself with poise, placing her purse on the table.

He circled around and confidently took his seat, and with that, the night began, promising an evening filled with charm and undeniable chemistry!

Choosing the classic route, he hailed a cab and opened the door for me with a touch of Hollywood fascination. As we sped away, exchanging glances, we couldn’t contain our laughter. 

As we entered the hotel lobby, the dazzling chandelier lights cast an enchanting glow reminiscent of an old Cary Grant and Grace Kelly film, setting the stage for a truly luxurious experience. The luxury of mahogany wood trims and intricate artwork adorned the surroundings, depicting elegance and sophistication. Evidently, this was the crème de la crème of hotels in the city, where no expense was spared to create an ambiance of sheer refinement.

As I marveled at the attention to detail, it became clear that Sergio had not planned a cheap thrill; this was a place where corners were never cut. From the moment we entered, it was evident that he wanted to create an unforgettable experience steeped in class and magnificence. As she observed the man before her, she couldn’t help but think, “Wow, he’s sharp-dressed,  a Zachary Levi and Kit Harington hybrid! But wait, I hope he’s got a little Colin Ferrall in him too.” She smirked, adding, “I want to be spanked!” The thought brought a playful grin to her face as she continued to enjoy the intriguing encounter. They entered the elevator, ascending to the top floor, where only a particular key granted access. She couldn’t help but wonder, “Who was this man?” The air of mystery surrounded him like an enigma. “Was he a hidden prince, an heir to vast fortunes, or perhaps a self-made billionaire? Or, she mused, could he be something entirely different, like a clever thief?” The possibilities seemed endless, shrouding their encounter with intrigue and curiosity. The thrill surged through her veins, sending exhilarating chills and tingles cascading down her entire body. The moment’s intensity ignited every nerve, leaving her breathless with excitement and anticipation. As if the mystery wasn’t enough to enhance her labia, he grabbed my lower backside as the doors closed and pulled me in with a light and graceful force, pressing my body up next to his. The chest of this demi-god was hard as a rock, and we kissed, our wet lips opened, and we allowed the taste of each other to be explored. He slid his hand down my backside and over my thigh, lifting my dress so that he could touch me. My opening burst a flood of fluid that instantly wet the fabric of my lingerie as his fingers gently rolled over my panties and pussy. I gently sank my teeth into his lower lip, provoking an initial retreat that only fueled the escalating passion. The confined space of the elevator intensified the raw desire between us, causing me to arch into the corner. His fingers deftly slid aside my panties, delving into my slick warmth. Moans escaped me, growing louder with each electrifying touch. As he withdrew, his fingers traced a tantalizing path over my lips, granting me a taste of our shared ecstasy. Then, with a sultry hunger, he enveloped his finger in his mouth, savoring every drop of my essence.

The elevator doors parted open, and time hung suspended in the charged air. He tugged me away in a heartbeat, leading us into the abundant expanse of his penthouse suite. A sensual fervor ignited as we left behind a trail of discarded garments, a seductive breadcrumb path strewn from the entry to the bedroom, marking our journey toward irresistible pleasure.

He commenced with a slow, tantalizing rhythm, his lips tracing a path of exquisite sensation across every inch of my responsive skin. It was as though he possessed an extra set of hands, his touch amplifying every nerve ending’s plea for more. The electric flutter in the pit of my stomach surged, overpowering my senses. My grip on the sheets grew vice-like, a reflexive response to the mounting pleasure. And just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, his exploration reached the devil’s doorbell, setting off a symphony of desire that left me breathless. 

“I haven’t climaxed that rapidly since I was 16,” I mused.

He requested if I’d mind slipping the condom onto him. The notion of his submissive desire to have a woman take charge of putting on the protection stoked the fire of his arousal. I sensually glided it over his rigid length, my fingers tracing a teasing path along his throbbing desire and over his storage house. He gently eased me onto the bed, his entrance into my engorged core a deliberate and tantalizing invasion. The unhurried rhythm of his initial thrusts ignited a harmonious cascade of feelings as his hands explored my hips, guiding our shared dance.

With a sudden surge of urgency, he spun me onto my stomach, and the intensity of his thrusts grew. The rhythmic collision of our bodies created an orchestration of power that left me doubting the endurance of the hotel bed beneath us. He withdrew, swiftly tossing me on top of him, seizing my breast with one hand and firmly grasping my hair with the other. Our bodies, slick with sweat and lust, pressed together, mingling in the aftermath of our passionate encounter. Every shift and embrace held a refined elegance, unlike any encounter I had ever known. As our rhythm peaked, he guided me onto my back, drawing near until our lips met in a fervent kiss. In that intimate connection, our eyes locked, allowing us to peer into each other’s depths, sharing a profound moment of intimacy.

We reclined, basking in the city’s ambient sounds and savoring the gentle breeze that flowed through the hotel window. Neither of us succumbed to sleep until the first signs of dawn appeared. The final memory before I slipped into slumber was the soothing embrace of the sun’s warm, orange embrace, accompanied by the tender presence of Sergio’s body nestled against mine.

Goodnight, dreamers and desire seekers!